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tongue and suffer through his presence for one day. It’s just one day.
    “Good to know we are on the same page,” I said.
    I faced the road in front of me as I promised myself I would ignore him the rest of the way. In the silence, Kent turned on the radio. I peered out the window as we hit the outskirts of the city while I realized that this was going to be a very trying day.

    “We’re here. Let’s have breakfast.”
    I felt Kent nudge me, and when I opened my eyes, his annoyingly perfect face was in my view. I didn’t realize I’d fallen asleep. I touched my shoulder, glad that I didn’t have the regular drool pool next to me. I yawned, stretched my arms toward the sky, and released a sound as if a wolf were slowly dying. Kent studied me. Amusement appeared on his face, but I didn’t care.
    As I wobbled out of the car, I took in my surroundings. The sign read Benny’s Diner . We were still two hours away from the plant, but I already felt at home. We were definitely in hick town, and the only reason I knew this was because I’d come from hick town. The Bentley proved to be the fanciest car in the lot, surrounded by worn-down pickup trucks and rusted vans.
    Kent held the restaurant door open. “After you.”
    I stepped inside. A redhead named Dilly greeted us and sat us at a booth. I surveyed the people around us. Two busy servers were hustling through the quaint, bare-walled restaurant. The aroma of greasy bacon filled my nose, and my stomach growled in response.
    “The grits and pancakes are good here. That’s why I like this place. I remember coming here when I was younger,” Kent said, staring at me expectedly.
    I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to say. Still offended by our earlier conversation, I remained silent and flipped through the menu.
    “Okay, I know we got off to a bad start. I don’t know much about the company, but I know that the operations manager is around today, so he can answer all your questions.”
    I regarded him for a few seconds and shrugged. “I’ve decided I’m not talking to you. I feel a headache coming on and I’m pretty sure it’s triggered every time you open your mouth.” Looking at the menu in front of me, I concentrated on what I was going to order.
    A low laugh left his lips. “You’re very entertaining when you’re upset,” he said.
    I could feel the calmness that had lingered from my nap slowly disappear. The fact that he found me comical started to get under my skin. I decided to turn the rudeness up a notch. “Listen, buddy, you’re not going to get lucky today with this chick, so quit pretending to be nice because I know you’re not the kind and considerate type.” I rolled my eyes at him and dropped my head back into the menu. With my fingers, I rubbed at my temple trying to ward off the oncoming headache.
    After a beat, he said, “Don’t worry. Like I said, you’re not my type.”
    I shot him a look, and the side of his mouth lifted.
    “I call a truce. Sorry for being honest.”
    “I just met you. I don’t care who you are, what you do, or what your type is,” I said, leaning in and trying to keep my tone down. “You want honesty? You’re self-centered and arrogant. You assume any breathing being with tits wants to sleep with you when in reality, they don’t. Guys who look like you are always so pigheaded, and that proves to me that you can judge a book by its cover.”
    Kent’s laughter rolled throughout the restaurant. I scanned the room and noticed everyone’s eyes had turned to our table.
    Picking up my glass, I pretended to drink water. “I don’t know what’s so funny. Keep it down.” I looked to my menu as my ears warmed, embarrassed by the attention he was causing.
    “Beth, I knew this trip would be very interesting. I love your candor.”
    This guy definitely had a screw loose, and I was now worried about my safety. I still had to sit in the car with this guy for a couple of hours, and then I would have to do it again on